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Post by flynn on Jan 22, 2011 21:07:53 GMT -8
The rain beat down as Flynnagain jogged to the coffee shop. Drops of liquid rolled off his leather jacket as he pulled open the door in a fluid movement and entered the quaint little brewery. Flynn ran a large hand through his dirty blonde hair and shook the water out before approaching the counter. The young girl behind the counter swooned as he order a triple vente breve no foam latte and gave her his name. Flynn's eyes were hard as he found a small table by a window and sat down, placing the guitar on his back on the ground. A slight shiver ran up and down his spine from the water that was still on him. His blue eyes stared out into the street, watching the people that ran back and forth busily to get out of the bad weather. His features were sullen as he waited for his coffee order to be placed and served. Flynn sat back in his chair and righted his guitar case before sticking his hands in his pocket, attempting to keep them warm.
The young waitress brought Flynn his drink and he nodded a thank you before taking a sip. The liquid burnt his tongue, and Flynn jerked back, pain searing through his mouth. He wiped his lips angrily and set the boiliing coffee on the table before him. Flynn stared absentmindedly into the rain, wishing that he could go to the park and play some music. He noticed a small stage in the corner of the coffee shop and eyed it with slight interest. Flynn wondered if anybody ever played live here and he called over the young girl to inquire, "Excuse me, does any live entertainment ever happen here?" The girl looked towards the stage with a look of confusion on her face. She spoke slowly, not even sure of the answer herself, "Nobody has in quite a while. Quite honestly, I had forgotten all about it." Flynn perked up a little at this statement. He was looking for a second job, and if he could play his music it would definitely be worth it. Flynn stood from the table and followed the girl back to the office where the manager was. He shook the bald man's hand and got right to the point, "I want to play my music here. I'm willing to work cheap..I just want to play." The manager seemed shocked by such an offer, but he quickly accepted and Flynn agreed to start then. He went back out and grabbed his guitar from the small table and made his way to the stage. The coffee shop was crowded with people and a small smile could barely be seen on his lips.
Flynn approached the microphone and spoke in a deep voice. "Hey, everybody. This one's called 'Timing Is Everything.'" He began to play the guitar as his voice rang out through the little shop. His deep drawl was not to be expected from looking at his appearance, but the country music that came from his mouth was beautiful and effortless. He closed his eyes and swayed to the tune, his voice steady. Flynn got lost in the moment, amazed at his luck and this opportunity. Sure, it wasn't the best job, but anywhere he got paid to play music was good enough. He loved letting people hear him play, and this sure beat sitting in the park. Plus, the extra income wouldn't hurt, either. This was going to be a good thing no matter what.
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Post by treey on Jan 26, 2011 1:18:53 GMT -8
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So far things were peachy. No, fucking peachy. Yes, more dramatic sounding, very satisfactory. A devious smirk spread across the girls lips, hunching down into the leather jacket, pulling at the guitar case over her shoulder, the ends of her long dirty blond hair probably soaking wet. Raindrops trickled down the back of her neck, the girls hands immediately going to the beanie on her head, pulling it lower as to cover it. She pull at the jackets zipper as well, already knowing it was done all the way up to her chin, but the assurance made her feel a little better. A little. So today hand't gone according to plan, in no way, what so ever. Mind you, it didn't really surprise her, nothing ever did really, and she wasn't the least bit bothered by it, the fact that she had to either A) come up with three hundred dollars to pay for the ticket, then another hundred to get her bike out of the impound, or B) talk to Adam, and ask him to. The thought of getting her grandfather to help her out, again, made her cringe. She already owes him big time for last weekend....and the weekend before that. If it was up to her, she would leave him out of all of it, hence why she moved out. Finally. She felt bad leaving him in the big house by himself, but she couldn't bring his rep down any further then she already had. She push the thoughts aside, knowing they made no sense right now. She promised herself she would sort them out, as soon as she got out of this shitty weather.
The coffee shop was just in sight as she round the corner on the street, accidentally bumping into a couple, guitar case and all. She cringe, immediately slowing down, "Shit, I'm so sorry" she spoke, hand wrapping around her to cling to the guitar case. The passing couple nod her way, and immediately she gave them an odd look. Did they think she was apologizing to them? Pshaw, clearly not. The guitar inside was clearly the aim of that apology. She assure the snaps were still closed on the guitar case, resuming her brisk walk towards the coffee shop. Within minutes the girls five foot three frame was there and her hand was pulling at the door, stepping inside quickly, the sound of an acoustic filling her ears, a deep voice accompanying it. She pause a moment, green eyes looking over the tables to the figure playing, though she didn't bother looking to his face, which normally she would have done, but instead, her pools go to his guitar, watching as his digits play on the strings, memorizing each note. It wasn't uncommon for the girl to watch others play, it often brought inspiration for herself, but what she liked most was just simply listening, not caring to look for the note, just simply hearing it.
She spot an empty table, and she head towards it, gently setting the guitar case down propped against the window beside her. She pull at the beanie, fully aware of how wet it was as she drape it across the top of the case before peeling off her jacket, slinging it on the back of the chair. Make yourself at home, why not? She pull at the bottom of the knit sweater, pulling it down just a tad and rolling the semi long sleeves up, the three quarter sleeve tattoo on her arm barely being shown, fuck yea to comfort, she thought to herself. So the sweater wasn't all that flattering, even A.J knew that, but comfort baby, that's what it's all about. Sitting down with her back to the performer, she run a cold hand through her ridiculously long hair, seriously, she should do something about it, and she quickly braided it down the side not bothering to put a pony tail in it to hold it. Frankly she just didn't have one to do so, but regardless. A young waitress look her way, almost disapprovingly as she walked over, "Can I get you something?" the girl asked, trying to sound as bubbly as possible. "Uhh..." she pondered a moment, thinking of something hot to order. What did they even have here? "..double double, with a honey on the side, oh, and a double shot of whiskey in there too, don't be shy if you want to add more though" AJ responded sarcastically with a goofy grin on her face. The waitress give her a bewildered look before spinning around. Well, that wouldn't be the first person today who'd given her that look. She drop the smile immediately, expression going back to bored.
She sit in silence for only a moment, the girl coming back with the coffee in hand, a little dipping bowl of honey on the side. "Wonderful, thanks" she spoke nonchalant as the girl walk away, "every hour is happy hour!" she called after her in a chipper tone, only prodding the girl for a reaction. Not even a glance over the shoulder. She shrug, hands wrapping around the warm mug. Finally. Lids close ever so slightly as she take a sip of the scolding liquid, placing it back down on the table, listening to the sound of the guitar, trying to place each note. Now this she could do all day. It seemed as if the simple noise was enough to make the blond forget about all her previous worries, and in truth it was for the moment. Reality would set back in sooner or later.
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Post by flynn on Jan 27, 2011 19:22:18 GMT -8
People trickled in and out and Flynn barely even noticed. His fingers strummed the guitar strings with a certain amount of expertise that was admirable to anyone who didn't know how to play. He had grown up playing the guitar. When he moved from foster home to foster home, the guitar was the only thing that ever stayed constant in his life. Flynn took his instrument with him everywhere and felt lost without it at least near him. He had even gotten in this odd habit of calling the guitar Gus. Flynn wasn't exactly sure where he had picked up the name, but it fit. The Gibson was a faded color from being played and toted around so much over the years. Flynn had gotten Gus when he was seven, so the pair were well aquainted with eachother. Due to this fact, Flynn felt completely comfortable on stage in front of the people in the coffee shop. His deep voice was melodic and pure over the continuous chatter of the rush of people eager for their daily coffee. As the regulars entered the shop, they noticed almost immediately the music that filled the air, and many actually stopped to listen for a minute , despite their busy routines. Flynn smiled happily on stage and let his vocals carry him.
Flynn had just moved into a second song when a blonde woman entered the coffee shop and sat herself at the table where Flynn had been sitting earlier. He eyed her curiously, wondering if she even noticed that his guitar case was still propped against the window. He shrugged his shoulders lightly and finished out the set, intending on returning to his table when he was done. He watched as the little waitress he had ordered from brought out a drink to the blonde and he brought the song to an end. Flynn cleared his throat before speaking into the microphone, "Thank you guys.." With that said, he ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair and stepped down from the stage, feeling rather pleased with himself. Flynn always felt so good after he played for people. It brought him a certain sort of gratification knowing that he had possibly made somebody's day better.
Flynn approached his table, and the girl, slowly. He eyed her curiously, admiring how her outfit was comfortable, yet still seemed to flatter her somehow. He raised his eyebrows as he neared and nodded towards his black guitar case sitting in the corner. "..just gotta grab that real fast." He reached across the table and grabbed the case, pulling it towards himself. He placed his guitar inside in a matter of seconds and picked up his latte, taking a sip before walking away from the girl. He placed himself at the next table over, not even bothering to give her a second glance. Flynn wasn't really all that interested in women at this point in his life. Most guys his age lived for one night stands, but that wasn't a priority for him. He just wanted to fix bikes and make music. He was a simple, one track kind of guy. Besides, he felt like at this point in time nobody would want to take on the all of his problems. Flynn hadn't had the best life and it definitely was evident in the way he acted and spoke to other people. He wasn't necesarily mean, but his sarcasm ruined his shot at ever having any serious relationship. He didn't care what poeple thought of him, which wasn't all that bad in his opinion.
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Post by treey on Jan 28, 2011 2:52:31 GMT -8
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It was a moment before she realized the music had stopped, and as she glance behind her, it was just in time to hear him give a thanks before stepping off. If only she had the lady balls to play in front of people. The thought of doing so took over her head, and in all honesty she had no idea why the idea of playing in front of people freaked her out. Aj wasn't a shy girl by no means - her thoughts were cut short as the guy from the stage stood before her, questioning something about his guitar case. She give him a blank stare, eyes going back to the side of her, where her guitar case lean against the window, but just up from it was another. She shrug as the guy lean over taking it, easily slipping his guitar in it's case before taking the table over from her. Her mind buzz again about performing, the sudden urge to just jump up and take over the stage overwhelming the girl, but no sooner was it crushed. She wasn't sure what by, but nonetheless it was crushed.
She take a sip from the coffee in front of her, shifting her focus back onto the performance that just happened, placing each note, replaying it in her head before she speak, loud enough so the guy next to her would hear, "Should have switched that C for a B flat in the first" she lightly shrug as she say so, just saying what came to mind, "They were both descent songs, not a big fan of the more country genre though" she take another sip of her coffee, still staring blankly ahead, not bothering to look the guys way, her head still replaying his songs, switching notes as she do so, already hearing the difference in her head. She shrug the thought away knowing what Adam would say. Your voice is made for country music, so you can stop hating it his blunt tone being heard as well. Personally, Aj liked the more contemporary sounding music, but regardless, she would sing anything that came to mind, strumming away on her kid alone in the shop, liking the echoing sound of it there.
She lightly smile to herself thinking of what she referred to her guitar as. Kid. Just seemed to suit the newer classical guitar, as to her old one, now she was a golden oldie, Mags is what Aj calls her, and even Adam started too as well, always catching himself before he finished the name though, grumbling some sort of incoherent response before stalking off. The memory erased the smile from the girls lips, instead replacing it with a smug one. If she could afford new strings for Mags, she would definitely have her with, but seeing as she needed to pay off tickets, that was a no go, not to mention they had to order in the nylon strings for her guitar. Whatever. She look down at her coffee mug, realizing she was low, and before she could even say anything, the girl was at her table. What a shame, Aj was excited to see if she could get a reaction out of the girl, maybe yell something over the crowd, do an awkward face to go along with it.
"Can I get you something else?" she asked, though her tone sounded sweeter then before. She look up at the girl narrowing her eyes, questioning the tone to herself, though her gaze darted to the guy behind her, and finally she looked over his face. Ahh, that would be why. Well, she wasn't actually sure why, but it seemed most girls always presented themselves better if there was a possible...interest around. "Sure! I forget what I just had, but yea, fill 'er up!" she spoke, sounding just as chipper as the girl, though the clear mockery was evident as she pick up the mug and lightly shake it, "and whiskey, whiskey my dear girl! My day would be so much better if you could just put a few shots in with it....Oh! Or maybe a dirty magazine, spice things up? You know what I mean, huh, huh?" her words were full of sarcasm, but clearly the waitress didn't find the humor, nor did the elderly couple sitting at the table in front of her. The waitress go to walk off, pausing at different tables, though Aj didn't notice which ones as she shook her head, that coy smirk spreading across her lips as she look back down at her now folded hands on the table. Short attention span kick in and she start to play with the large bright ring on her finger, tapping it on the table, though that was annoying, so she stick with simply twirling it around her finger, other hand grabbing the brewery's small specialty drink menu, reading over it out of boredom. It was nice to be out of the rain for a bit though.
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Post by flynn on Feb 1, 2011 18:56:15 GMT -8
Flynn couldn't help but feel pleased with himself as he looked around the coffee shop at the amount of people that were there. They had all heard him play, and something about that made him feel good inside. Maybe even some of them were impacted by his music. That was all he really wanted- someone impacted by his work. Flynn loved watching peope enjoy his music. It gave him a sense of peace and pride knowing that he had made somebody's day a little better. He sat at the table next to his previous one and raised his hand to beckon the little waitress over. He ordered a cup of hot chocolate and smiled as the girl flitted away. Silence filled the air until the blonde behind him spoke without even looking at him, "Should have switched that C for a B flat in the first. They were both descent songs, not a big fan of the more country genre though." Flynn scoffed under his breath and spoke in a sarcastic voice, "Next time I want to ruin a song I'll ask for your advice. B flat would've sent it over the edge." He shook his head slowly, amazed at some people. She had no right to criticize his song. Unless she was planning on showing him how it could have sounded, he was going to ignore that suggestion. "You don't look like a country type of girl." He grunted the words, just a simple statement. She looked more like a punk rocker type of musician. He guessed she played by the guitar case sitting next to her and her knowledge of the notes.
The young waitress brought his drink back and he heard her ask the blonde if she needed anything else. He chuckled slightly at her answer and took a sip of his hot chocolate. Flynn watched the waitress walk away, obviously not amused by her sarcastic comment. He shook his head and spoke in a deep voice, "A little early for whiskey, don't ya think?" He muttered the words quietly, half to himself. He wasn't expecting a reply as he focused back on his beverage. His large, rough hands reached into the side of his guitar case and he pulled out a notepad. Flynn opened it slowly and retrieved a pen from his jean pocket. He tapped it slightly on the table as he reviewed the lyrics he had already written. He was stuck at one certain line..The words just wouldn't come to him no matter how hard he thought about it. He never was good at writing emotional songs, but this one had been pretty good until one certain point. Flynn ran a frustrated hand through his thick hair and hummed the chorus to his song softly. His voice trailed off as he neared the dead end.
"Daggum it." He let out an exasperated sigh and set his clenched fist on the table roughly. Flynn was determined to get this line before he left the coffee shop. He wasn't going to let up until the song was perfect...or at least until the rain stopped. Which, by the looks of it, wouldn't be happening anytime soon. Flynn tapped his fingers softly on the table and began to hum again.
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Post by treey on Feb 2, 2011 10:34:40 GMT -8
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His irritated response only made the girl lightly chuckle as she finish the last bit of her coffee, awaiting for the waitress to come back around. Still with a smile on her face, she spoke to the guy, "I didn't peg you as a guy to take critique so well, wouldn't be the first time I'd been wrong though" she spoke very nonchalant and sarcastic, not really caring if he wanted to respond to it or not, and as the waitress came around, happy to take the guys orders, her suspicions were true. She roll her eyes lightly at the girls tentativeness to the guy before she turn and ask if she needed anything more. She gave her order, a sarcastic comment following and a light chuckle came from the guy. If she hadn't been thinking so much about his music she probably wouldn't have heard a word he said, but on the contrary. She smile that devious smile of hers, looking the guys way, a more then sarcastic expression on her face making it seem as if she was offended by his words, "next time I want your advice on drinking habits, I'll let you know", clearly mocking the boy, she lightly laugh turning her focus to the table as the girl bring her another coffee. How was she to pay for this? Hmm...that wasn't something she though of, the smell of coffee winning over her senses the moment she stepped in here. Dine and dash? Oh yes, sounded wonderful.
With that dilemma put aside, her focus shift to inside her head, playing the boys song over and over, bringing something of her own along with it. No, by no means was she taking bits from his piece, but it did bring inspiration for her own. Simple. She was brought back into reality as the males voice said something...."daggum it?" she replay his words, a smile coming to her lips. Tooo cute she think to herself. A light laugh slip past her lips and immediately she bring the cup to them, silencing them from letting anything else slip out, sipping the warm liquid, but as she do so the boy start to hum, the tune immediately catching her interest, and no sooner was she humming her own song "incomplete", another smile coming to her lips, trying her best not to outright burst out laughing. Picking on this guy just seemed to be at the top of her people to piss of list today, and my gosh was it ever fun. It wasn't long before the old song she had written was all that consumed her mind, and suddenly she wanted to be in her grandfathers garage, the light echo of how the song sounded heard in her head as if she played it yesterday, and soon light words escape her lips, the sweet melodic notes taking over her, though she made sure to keep them quieter, not wanting to gain he attention of everyone in the coffee shop.
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Post by flynn on Feb 2, 2011 16:12:05 GMT -8
Flynn shook his head and let out a soft chuckle at the blonde woman's response to his comment. Her tone was equally as sarcastic as his was and he raised his eyebrows slightly. "I thought I took your criticism pretty well." He wiped the grin from his face and took a drink of his hot chocolate before focusing his attention back to his song. The girl needed to just leave him alone so he could finish writing the lyrics and get out of here. The rain had yet to let up, and Flynn wasn't particularly fond of walking home in this weather. He had left his motorcycle at the shop for a tune up, thinking that the weather would be better today. The day had started out perfectly clear, and then the clouds rolled in out of nowhere. He was actually kind of grateful for the storm. If it hadn't forced him inside, he never would have gotten the opportunity to play.
Flynn heard the waitress walk away and listened for the blonde's response to his comment about it being too early for whiskey. He tilted his head towards her and let out a deep, "Touche." Flynnagain turned back around and picked up his guitar case. The thick, red, bolded letters 'FLYNNAGAIN' were printed out in all caps on the side of the case and Flynn set it on the table so he could find his pick. Usually he didn't like using picks, but whenever he was writing it helped him focus a little better and stay on task. Flynn hummed away to the papers before him and tapped his pen in time with the beat. As he figured out another line, he could hear humming coming from behind him. He stopped his pen tapping and listened momentarily before turning around to face the girl behind him. Was this a joke? She was just trying to get on his very last nerve. He listened to her mock him and couldn't help but notice that she actually had a pretty good voice. He had a good ear for picking out singers, and Flynn already knew she played. Her hums were clear and pretty and he couldn't help but admire.
"You ever sing on stage? You sound like you got the pipes for it." He practically spit the words out, not intending for them to be harsh. Flynn never really could come across as nice. He wasn't all that bad of a guy, but he tended to be very rude and sarcastic. Flynn turned back around in his chair and tapped the pen again, ignoring her as she hummed her own little tune. He had almost come up with the words, but he feared that they lacked meaning and purpose. "Mind reading these?" He raised the notebook behind him and dropped it on the table in front of her without even looking. She could make fun all she wanted, he just needed a genuine assessment of his work. He had a feeling that blondie wouldn't hold back her opinion.
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Post by treey on Feb 2, 2011 19:30:23 GMT -8
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Her coy smirk stay on her lips, even if she wasn't looking at the boy and she didn't bother responding to his criticism comment, she just lightly laughed and shook her head, then his deep touche. It's like he didn't know how to make things light and fun, though his sarcasm in most of his words was there, that was something she could pick out of anyone and often she wouldn't hold a conversation with someone if they took things seriously, or the odd time if they did, she would simply tease and bug them, just to see how far she could push before they snapped or till she got some sort of a reaction out of them. This guy seemed up and down though. A challenge, one she was more then willing to figure out right now, seeing as she wasn't going far anytime soon. Pools glance to the window, the heavy down pour only hindering her mood for a moment, thinking of ripping through the streets on the '05 GSX-R tonight. If the rain let up, and there was a big if, and even if that did happen, the roads would be slicker then a nun. Yet again another challenging idea, though she still had to make her way over to the impound to get her bike and gear.
Shit. All of a sudden theses thoughts were a little depressing, but she kept that coy smirk on her lips, trying her best to push the thought out. If she didn't have to pay for parts on her bike, pay Adam back, and put the proper supplements into her horses, then A.j might have some extra spending cash from the previous night of racing, but of course she didn't. Her brow furrow for a moment as the troubled thoughts started to take over, her voice faltering and coming to an abrupt halt as the boys words hit her smack in the face. She held her composure, regaining that confident self with ease, hiding her emotions rather well from others. "Nope. Don't have the lady balls to do it" her words flippant and sarcastic, coy smirk still on her lips. Only someone who truly knew her, or maybe someone who was similar would know that her words were filled with a pissed off attitude and serious, and A.j hated serious.
With that thought in mind, she reach behind her, pulling out a notebook and her headphones, a yellow iPod attached to the other end. She stuff the ear buds in, going to the recorded music she had put onto her grandfathers computer, then onto her iPod, making the writing process much more easier, the skull candy earphones preventing any noise from distracting her. At the thought she actually couldn't help but let a small laugh out, thinking of how she had just pestered the boy. Well, why stop there? She hit play on the iPod, the sound of her music fading in, no lyrics attached, raw and uncut. Flipping open the small book to the according page, she go down the lines, her messy handwriting probably only readable by her standards, and she start to hum along, adding a few words here and there out loud, stopping to scribble a change, erasing, starting over. Her knee lightly shake, and she tap the pencil furiously against the table. Noise. Hell, she couldn't hear it, so it wasn't a problem for her.
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